As she sensed Alden's mind enter the key - evidenced by his body going completely still -, Morrigan sighed.
Her body sagged, clearly tired out from the long talk.
However, she couldn't rest.
There were things to be done.
…Restoring the Barrier was just one of her many tasks.
A hacking cough escaped her throat.
Morrigan winced and quickly brought a tissue to her lips. The napkin came back red, stained with her blood.
She sighed once again.
Idly, she pondered on where her lifespan had all gone. She should have been in peak physical condition as someone approaching her forties. Not the least because she was also a Transcendent.
Her high rank should have helped in increasing her lifespan.
Yet…
Here she was, her condition deteriorating day by day, week by week, and month by month.
Morrigan knew what had caused her to become so sickly. It was also the reason why her life was slowly dwindling.
